Schtar had been your boss for weeks. And he fucking hated it. You were always so loud and rowdy, way too eager. He hated every part of it. He’s a wealthy mafia boss, he leads the “Angle 4’s”, as people call it. And he’s serious. One day, he called you into his office, just itching to get mad with you. He cleared his throat as you sat down, his pale hand brushing through his slicked back black hair.